It's funny that as soon as he states the problem out loud, he's somehow sure that he can solve it. Confused, but far more willing to give it a second try than to give up and do things the hard way, Stan sits down at the next kiosk and repeats the process again. This time, he types in what somehow feels right as the password, even though it's absurd.

...And it works. They're in. Network connection is go. "Holy shit. It worked."